Once I was told I eat with the roof of my mouth
Rather than with my teeth
This is seldom true; for I leave fires in my wake
An asteroid hurtling hard to life– always igniting, always igniting
Never content with things the way they are
More pleased when I think of how they could be
Newton's unstoppable force– one capricious girl
And the spirits in her bedroom
Her hand limp in a purple bowl towering with fruit
Stagnation is a tall, dark, crouching silhouette
I am a fountain of light in the shape of an orchid
Always igniting, always igniting, always Class A, never decaf
I wrangle the ugly truth like a piglet and drag it out from the mud
Once I was told I have tunnel vision
But at least I am barreling through the tunnel I can see
Blazing through and creating a trail others may follow
The edges of my pages are burnt; I bruise myself with my unyielding flame
Always craving better, always craving better
Never ever settling for less
Always igniting, always igniting
YOU ARE READING
unreal Floridian stunt girl found in ditch
Poetry✭made in a girl's bedroom the year twentytwentytwo ✦ God save our youth
